"I'm not blaming you for anything - figured you would. I would too, honestly," Jamie nudged Clint's good shoulder gently, taking his hand again as they walked through the apartment. But once Clint was seated, Jamie let go to get his wand out of his pocket. He didn't even try to hide his smile as he looked the other man up and down. Even injured, goddamn, he was beautiful to look at.
"He's like another little brother so he... might try to befriend you and he'll be over at mine for dinner a bit," Jamie answered before using the same charm as before to get rid of the dampness in the bandages. Lightly and carefully, he peeked under them to check on the poultice but it seemed to be fine so he just readjusted the tape and made sure things were covered once more. "Alright, looks like you're good. Healing's already a good ways along. I'd say another six hours and you can take the one on your forehead off totally. The other, leave til tomorrow."